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Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Zhao Dong quickly changed his gaze and said, "Whatever, just find a food stall nearby."

"That's it. All we have is the night beer. Sit down."

The two of them had their own thoughts and were silent all the way, and soon came to the road near the stadium.

Meng Jiao didn't like the excitement, and because of her inconvenience in dressing, she found a stall with relatively few people, but it still caused quite a stir.

In fact, Meng Jiao's outfit is not much different from an ordinary dress. She has a really good figure, plus her fair skin, her thighs without stockings are particularly eye-catching at night.

A whistle sounded from the stall next door, and a group of young people cheered.

Zhao Dong was in a bad mood, and glanced over with a cold look, instantly cooling down the restless atmosphere.

When it got quiet over there, he pulled out a chair and sat down with a big sword, blocking the eyes of most men.

Meng Jiao rested her chin with both hands and stared at Zhao Dong seriously.

She likes this most about Zhao Dong. He seems ordinary, but his movements are unusual, especially the domineering he occasionally shows, which always makes people intoxicated.

Zhao Dong signaled Meng Jiao to order, then he opened a bottle of beer and drank most of it in one gulp.

Meng Jiao casually ordered some barbecue and seafood, and ordered another spicy crayfish. She grabbed the remaining half bottle of beer from him and drank it without dissatisfaction.

Meng Jiao put down the bottle of wine and stretched out her lilac tongue like a kitten, gently licking the beer foam from the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Dong turned his head hastily, and the anger he had finally suppressed was reignited by her simple movement.

Meng Jiao was laughing so hard. He was such an interesting man. A casual flirtation could make him blush. He was as innocent as a boy next door. It was really hard to connect him with the tall figure who was protecting her behind him.

"Let me ask you a question, do I look good?" Meng Jiao looked serious, without the shyness of an ordinary girl.

Zhao Dong nodded without hesitation.

Meng Jiao asked curiously, "In your eyes, who is more beautiful, me or Goddess Su?"

Zhao Dong was stumped. There really was no comparison. Her beauty was different from Sophie's. Sophie had that cool goddess temperament, so perfect that it was hard for people to feel blasphemous.

And Meng Jiao has a charming temperament, which is different from Shu Qing's. Shu Qing is physically plump, while she is slender. She has the kind of charm that comes from the bones, without words or body, just

The kind that can make people numb with just one look.

She is beautiful, but does not have the sense of superiority and distance like Sophie. This is Zhao Dong's evaluation of her.

However, these words obviously cannot be said out loud. Zhao Dong thought about the wording, then bit into a bottle of beer, "They are all beautiful, each has his or her own beauty!"

Meng Jiao rolled her eyes, "Don't be naughty! Tell me, who do you like more?"

Although Zhao Dong didn't have high emotional intelligence, he knew how to answer this kind of question. He said without thinking, "I must like you, otherwise I wouldn't have called you so late."

Meng Jiao nodded with satisfaction, "If you pass the test, it's not in vain for me to drink northwest wind with you all night!"

As he said this, he took the beer and each poured a glass.

Barbecue and lobster were quickly served on the table. As he drank the beer, the annoyance in Zhao Dong's heart gradually receded, and the unhappiness that had just occurred finally dissipated somewhat.

Women are all gossips, and Meng Jiao is no exception.

She wiped her hands and asked, "Tell me, did you have a quarrel with Goddess Su?"

"Can we not mention her tonight?" Zhao Dong was furious when he heard Sophie's name, especially the words she just said were like a knife cutting into his heart.

"Hey, yo, looking at your innocence, this is your first love, right?" Meng Jiao was even more curious, but it was hard to ask again.

The two chatted and the whole box of beer was quickly consumed.

Zhao Dong didn't expect that Meng Jiao had such a good drinking capacity. When he saw that she wanted to get some wine, he hurriedly persuaded her: "Stop drinking. If you drink more, it will be too much!"

Meng Jiao said with drunken eyes, "Drinking too much...didn't it just...just...accomplish your wish?"

Zhao Dong stared at the two blushes on her cheeks, "What can I think about?"

Meng Jiao breathed out hot breath, "When I get drunk, can't you put me on the big bed?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her index finger and lightly scratched Zhao Dong's palm.

Zhao Dong's throat was dry and his lips were astringent, as if he had been hit by a high-voltage electric current of 100,000 volts, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly!


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